"80," Su Xingyu suddenly said.
Ling Weilong, who was struggling with the equipment, stopped for a moment, "What 80?"
"Your lens is the Feiying 80, rarely used domestically because its polishing process is rather unique. Compared to other similar lenses, it has higher requirements for light, position, and composition; a slight mistake can easily distort the photos taken." Su Xingyu’s clear eyes looked at him as she spoke logically, "Generally, people who use this lens are very confident in their photography skills, because it’s hard to find the right angles, and those with low output rates are too lazy to fuss with it. I guess your photo output rate is high, which means you don’t need to move the tripod and lights frequently, so whether or not I can carry the equipment is just a minor issue. If you really mind me not being able to move the equipment, you can carry it yourself. All I need to do is fine-tune the equipment to the proper angle."
Ling Weilong looked at her, dumbfounded, for a long time, and scratched his ear, "What?"
The HR was also dumbfounded; what did this little girl just say? As a little assistant, she actually suggested that the photographer move the equipment himself so righteously? "Wait, that’s not what she meant..." The HR quickly tried to smooth things over; she didn’t want the partnership to fall through, and if she couldn’t find another assistant for Ling Weilong, her boss might suspect her work ability.
"Go, go, go." Ling Weilong said irritably, shooing people away.
HR became anxious, "Ling Weilong, please reconsider, this little girl is quite good..."
"I mean you should leave, go, go, go," Ling Weilong waved his hand as if shooing flies and pointed to Su Xingyu, "She stays."
The HR was overjoyed and left eagerly.
Su Xingyu also let out a sigh of relief; does this mean she’s been accepted?
She looked at the man in front of her, smiled lightly, and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is..." The source of this content ɪs novel(ꜰ)ire.net
"Your name is not important," the man bent down to assemble the equipment and casually tossed a camera to her, "Catch. I don’t care where you learned this nonsense, analyzing someone’s photography habits from a small lens; hopefully, your practical skills are as sharp as your words–remember, you’re just a temporary assistant now. Whether you stay or not will be decided after we finish shooting this round of photos." He spoke as he lifted a heavy tripod with one hand and carried two giant photography equipment bags with the other, signaling Su Xingyu to follow.
Su Xingyu watched him walk out easily, feeling impressed–
Truly worthy of someone accustomed to working solo; this arm strength is unbeatable!
She glanced at the camera in her hand and followed him.
Passing through the office area, they arrived at the magazine’s in-house studio.
Once inside, Su Xingyu was surprised; in the studio, many staff members surrounded a female model like stars around the moon. It was Su Xingqi! Ling Weilong was going to shoot her?!
Su Xingqi, wearing a beautiful outfit, with bright makeup, was chatting with staff while sipping coffee. She inadvertently looked up, saw her, and her expression changed immediately. "What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed.
Everyone turned to look at Su Xingyu.
Ling Weilong placed the heavy equipment bag on the ground and called Su Xingyu over to prepare, casually asking, "You two know each other?"
"Yes, she is..." Su Xingyu was about to answer.
Su Xingqi hurriedly interrupted her, "We’re in a work setting now; no need to discuss irrelevant matters. We both need to work well, right?" After saying this, perhaps realizing her tone was too harsh, she gave a friendly smile.
Su Xingyu was slightly taken aback, suddenly understanding that Ling Weilong’s ordering her around was seen by Su Xingqi, who probably didn’t want to acknowledge having a sister working as a little assistant in front of so many people. Currently, Su Xingqi is a popular model, and her family background is portrayed as perfect by the media, like a princess. It would be embarrassing if people found out her sister is just a minor assistant.
However, this is fine.
Su Xingyu was long tired of playing the sisterly love game, better to be strangers. She lowered her head, opened Ling Weilong’s equipment bag, and followed his instructions to assemble and position the equipment, ignoring Su Xingqi.
Su Xingqi’s friendly smile hung in the air, thoroughly ignored.
Her smile turned stiff, her fingers clenched into fists at her side, yet she couldn’t act out in front of everyone.
Ling Weilong didn’t care at all about the undercurrent between them, quickly setting up the shot, clearing the scene, leaving only Su Xingyu, the temporary assistant, by his side. Su Xingqi took her position in front of the light panels.
This shoot was focused on the outfit Su Xingqi was wearing.
It was a well-known domestic brand for girls’ clothing, their fall-winter collection, irreplaceable.
Ling Weilong checked the lighting, dissatisfied, and said to Su Xingqi, "Tilt your face slightly to the left, tidy your hair, soften your gaze, make it hazy, don’t look too aggressive."
Su Xingqi said, "I look better tilting to the right in photos."
Ling Weilong sneered, "You think we’re shooting you? We’re shooting the outfit on you!"
Su Xingqi bit her lip, said no more. Photographic this brand’s clothing was an opportunity she had worked hard to secure; she couldn’t ruin it, but why was this photographer so clueless, daring to contradict her!
Su Xingqi was very angry; when she’s angry, she carries emotions, although Ling Weilong told her to soften, she couldn’t manage it.
Ling Weilong felt frustrated again, ordered Su Xingyu, "Go help her fix her hair, honestly, being a model for so many years and can’t even manage such a small style. Let a strand fall forward–yes, just one strand... too much, too much, back, back."
Su Xingyu followed his instructions to adjust Su Xingqi’s look.
At an angle where Ling Weilong couldn’t see, Su Xingqi coldly glared at her, as if she wanted to vent all the anger received from Ling Weilong onto Su Xingyu. Su Xingyu pretended not to see, she wasn’t so bored as to carry emotions into work.
Her fingers skillfully sorted the strands of hair by Su Xingqi’s cheeks, not noticing the silent opening of the studio door.
A man’s figure appeared at the doorway.
Su Xingqi looked past Su Xingyu’s body to the man, suddenly turning her face to the side, "Oh!" Her face brushed against Su Xingyu’s fingers, and she immediately shouted, "My face! Why did you scratch me with your nails?!"
Su Xingyu had not yet reacted, when a roar came from the doorway, "Su Xingyu, what are you doing?!"
A man leaped forward, grabbing her wrist and twisting it behind her, with such force she feared her hand might be dislocated. She winced from the pain but endured it without crying out, turning her head, seeing Qin Mu.
Qin Mu looked at her with eyes blazing, "How could you be so vicious? Knowing how important Qiqi’s face is, you deliberately scratched her! When Qiqi’s agent told me they saw you here just now, I didn’t believe it, but you indeed sneaked into the studio to hurt her!"